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πŸ’ Flowers

They have no πŸ‘„ mouth, but seems to πŸ”Š the
A a thousand words so mild and meek.
They have no πŸ‘€ eyes, but seems to see πŸ˜‹
And bury thoughts πŸ’­ into me
The have no πŸ‘‚ ear, but seems to hear
All cries and, my every 😭 tears
They have no πŸ™‹ arm, but seems to pat
When the worries my heart β™₯ is fat
They have no feet, but seems to 🚢 walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk
They, I no, are the flowers πŸ’ so nice That spread their fragrance a million miles
Grow a few and then you'll know
How your life will be fresh and new
With a ☺ smile so broad, I thank πŸ™ my God
Whose work to imagine is really πŸ€”hard.
Β©Robert tet